Total pages in book: 190
Estimated words: 181992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 181992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
“Fingers crossed.”
Unfolding her arms, she cocked her head. “Are you going to tell people outside your family about the pact or let them assume you and Dax have been dating in private?”
“The latter. It’s no one’s business but mine and his anyway.”
“Too true.” She rubbed her hands together. “I suppose we should get started on the wedding details asap. I’m rather looking forward to it.”
“First, coffee.” I switched on the machine and then pulled two mugs out of the cupboard above it. “I already called my attorney. He’s going to draft up a prenup.”
“Smart,” she said with an approving dip of her chin, taking the pod seat opposite my chair. “I figured you would.”
“Alicia and Harri are going to choose bridesmaid dresses, which gives me one less thing to have to decide.”
“I’ll choose my own, if you’re good with that—it gives you another less thing to think about.” At my nod of consent, Sabrina went on, “I can’t quite believe you’re getting married.” A soft smile graced her features. “What are you doing about the honeymoon?”
“He made no mention of it, so I doubt we’ll be having one. At least not yet.” I crossed to my desk and booted up my laptop. “We’re both super busy people. I wouldn’t be able to just take off for a couple of weeks when we have so many events scheduled. It’s going to be hard enough to squeeze in the wedding.”
Her brow creased. “Everyone should have a honeymoon, though.”
“Maybe we’ll have one later in the year or something. It’s really not my top priority.” Once I’d prepped both coffees, I placed the steaming cups on my desk coasters. “Come on, let’s get working on—” I stopped talking as my phone began to ring. Glancing down at the screen of my cell, I exhaled heavily and rubbed at my face.
“What’s up?”
Irritation buzzing in my blood, I sat down and wheeled my chair closer to the desk. “It’s Grayden. This is the third time he’s tried calling me this morning. I haven’t answered.”
Her nose wrinkled. “What could he want?”
“I’m not sure, but … Dax heard about the parking sign being graffitied and asked me about it last night. I told him it was Blaise and explained how he and Felicity can be a little problematic. Dax said he’d be warning her that they best leave me be and he would make her aware of our personal situation. Knowing him, he didn’t delay with that.”
“Ah, so there’s a good chance Grayden knows you’re now engaged to Dax, since Felicity would definitely pass that on?”
“Yup.” Tension slipped from my shoulders as the phone finally stopped chiming.
“It would explain why he wants to speak to you. If I was Grayden, I’d have questions for you. And I wouldn’t be happy to hear you’re wearing another man’s ring. He’s probably seething, not to mention brimming with jealousy.”
I frowned. “I think he’ll be more baffled than anything else.”
She snorted. “He might have reconciled with Felicity, but he isn’t in any way over you. He’s going to hate this.”
“Maybe.” Another woman might have smirked at the idea, but seeing him jealous wouldn’t assuage my ego. It would simply annoy me, because he’d given up the right to feel any such jealousy when he walked away.
Sabrina lifted her mug and blew over the rim. “I doubt he’ll stop calling. Texts will come next. He’ll want to have his say.”
True, I thought, chewing on my lower lip. It might be best to block his number.
“Personally, though I understand why you didn’t want to do it before now, I think you should just go ahead and block his number.”
I narrowed my eyes at her. “You’re inhuman, I’m sure of it—I don’t care what you say.”
“Does this mean I read your mind again? Has it ever occurred to you that it could be the other way around and I just blurt out the words first?”
“No.” I grabbed my phone and quickly blocked Grayden’s number. “There. Done. Let me just answer some emails and then we’ll get started on arranging the wedding.”
∞∞∞
Slipping out of my car later that day, I caught sight of Jenson standing near his front window, talking into his phone. The creep didn’t give me his usual sleazy grin, he merely gave a polite nod and turned around. Huh. That was a first.
All I could think was that Dax had done as he’d said and had “a word” with Jenson. Either that or the sleazeball was simply leery of bothering me again when it was evident by Dax appearing at my home that we were associates of a sort.
Due to the amount of calls Sabrina and I had made to enquire as to what companies could take part in making the wedding happen, plenty of people were now aware of my engagement to Dax. It wouldn’t be long before news of it circulated around Redwater.